...heavy heavy blasts o'unbridled heavyocity sludge 'n swill just oozin' 'n festerin' its way outta some dingy forgotten cellar where only th' hardiest maniac can feel free...thuds 'n screachin,sometimes with cathartic screams fill up this collection o' mangulated noise...layabouts who get a buzz off high energy trash like royal trux are gonna dig this art damaged racket, whilst some may need to reach for that there trusty medicine box afore venturin' into this minefield o' serious squealy bobbins...some live trx 'n some studio, but it dont matter, th' intensity dont let up, it just digs deeper 'n deeper into th' dark cranial recesses 'n explodes into galaxy destroyin' shards o' electric fireball mayhem...